Isana wakes before everyone else and quietly gets up to make herself some breakfast. Shortly after, Hope Hunting, her adoptive mother, comes down the stairs and into the first floor kitchen.
"My, you're up early today."
"Mmhmm. Mornin' mom," Isana says around a mouthful of strawberries. "Are you hungry?"
"Not right now, no."
Isana nods, finishes her breakfast, and goes outside to practice her telekinesis in the pool. A couple hours pass, and she comes back in to find Hope at a table working on some sort of crafting project, but still no sign of the house's other occupant.
"Is Aunt Faith sick today?"
Hope looks up. "I don't think so. She said she was tired last night, so please just let her sleep."
"She sure does sleep a lot, sometimes. . ."